Wicked || NCT

One

Each morning tells a different story. When you wake up the very first thought that crosses your mind might be the dreams you came across or a perfect cup of coffee or tea to freshen you up. It differs from people to people but for him, it's always the same.

Haechan, a patient of mine of reports to me every single day about his dreams or nightmares as one can term it. Whenever I pass across his room, he calls out to me," Mr. Kim, I saw something." As it's something that happens every single day I would stop and enter his room. He's my first priority.

There's a small chair beside his bed. A table across the room had nothing but a porcelain jug on top of it. The shades don't allow the light to enter the room. He liked it that way. He said he was afraid of light and mumbled some incoherent words along with it. We never paid attention to it but complied with his requests to not let any source of light enter the room.

"Mr. Kim, you're here," he said as I hummed in response. Unlike every other day, I decided to visit Haechan without him calling me out. Taking short steps towards the boy I stopped as soon as I heard him shifting so as to make space for the doctor in the bed. My eyebrows creased surprised by the action but sat beside him keeping the notepad aside.

"So what is it for today?" I asked blowing on my glasses before placing it back. Adjusting it I looked at the smaller boy. The dim light present gave me a good sight of him and oh God! He looked paler and sick. I had been away for two days and this was the sight that awaited me.

"chan, did you not take medicines?" I could feel him flinch at the coldness of my words. He nodded his head slowly as a no. He was avoiding my eyes.

strange 

"Why? Don't you want to go to meet your family soon?" Lies, I was lying to him. Yet again it's a part of my job. In order to revive whatever is left of him, I had to. He would never be able to meet his family. Nevertheless, I asked once again getting a no once again. Sighing I took his hands, rubbing circles slowly so as to not make him nervous.

"You're safe here Chan. You have to take your medications tho. And don't you dare starve yourself. Food is important even if you don't like it. Do you hear me?" He mumbled a yes as I smiled, patting his head. He seemed to shrink, as expected. I was glad, however, that he was warming up to me.

"Now now what did you see?"

"Someone was trying to stab me. He had a sharp knife in his hands. I couldn't see his face tho. It was hidden by a mask." I wrote down the things he told me. This was our daily routine. He reciting what he saw with me trying to jot them down so as to know how we can help him. 

"What else did you see?"

"Blood. Blood everywhere." That's what he told. He stopped, refusing to speak any further. I nodded before getting up. Even if I stayed there he wouldn't open up to me unless he wanted to. He barely completed the whole story and we hope he would get better as time passes away.

I began walking towards our common room clutching the notepad tight. The hallway was empty and for any newcomer, this would be a chilling journey from a patient's cell down the hallway. Nothing but silence. Though I had been here for almost four years it still gives me the creeps to walk this hallway once it turns dark. It may seem like someone's watching you with the way the whole building was constructed. As I passed cells by cells I could hear the rattling, mumbling, screams, and what not!

Could I blame them for behaving like that? No. I certainly couldn't for this wasn't their choice. Them being here wasn't their choice from the start. Situations turned them into the present forms and as doctors, our duty was to help them out. Knowing what happened to them and finding out ways through which we could help them.